Jesus  didn't like  poets ;         he thought it was 
hard   to understand their train of       thought;
   queen   of the       stars;  
hair   looking like real   hell ,  lost as  ****   ,
young,   handsome   told she  knew the  place 
arrived  *******   drunk ;  moon  at the ancient  
      door  , declaring war,   Medusa  rent the sky  
raining  money  out of the  blue &   walking;
                word   kids   babymind   sea   lives to  
   call  it             writing by          making   it    
  ***** & about a   wanted   cat   finding a home;      thinking of a   street   called   blood   by        immigrant         children   in America  
beauty   at the heart   of the      city  of      fire  

yeh,   open up & p       into
  the      great   hands  beneath        
      of  ugly   poetry;     pink &  high   on the     
      universe;   cold   as the truth          ; true                 
    coming   of
       death  I've heard many  times;
   snooch   dreams of her    son, in the   
   future  a goddess   inside every
  bad   female   turned   boy  
turned   truth   turned    
wife   is       better  than  the     three  
sweet   full   stars           of       an              old fashioned American  
lady standing          in the         window  
        where her        mouth  can heard   
       heard singing            rock   w/ the           holy word    
               holy holy; her        painter  
           father  in          heaven
            hear ing        telling her      the            matter;           
tells her to               
                            keep   dancing  w/out  soul  
w/out       having         ***   w/ the    /          
  stones  ; some               late   guy   ;
but she's     a               *****   who       feels  
wet  &                   her  skinis   like a              child's
              deep   perfect   gay   eat  
          writing   of                blonde  
         wild   Russian's        smell
the          kind  of      girls          that don't
      bathe for                      days
&         keep    the              mirror full        of        
                   ***** lips   &        
                     boys
   drink   *****            waiting  for          
                reality; ­        Igor   walks in  already      
      born  
[blind   robot]   met             Ivan   keeping           
     the backdoor
                   open; don't c                ollude w/ idol;  
     set                   ur               yellow   c
          ousin   up             to speak   at the
                        club  
               filling           lives  w/  ****                  
               &      running   from  
        Eli;                                    walking         ­       mothers  
       working                 as              streetwalkers      
     fall  to the  
          wayside   of                     brown   history  
     leaving the                        eye   human  
                   wrote   *****  &   married  
turning   her g friends   out               to beds  of  
naked                              
    flesh  on the    floor